Dúvida

Sometimes I don't know how to handle all of this.
Sometimes I think the problem is not me. But, sometimes, I'm right that my name should be the problem.
Sometimes I don't know what to do. But, sometimes, I can swear for my life that my decision is the right and only one.
Sometimes I feel like all I want is to run away. But, sometimes, I won't move even if the world and all their beasts are coming to take me.

Às vezes, eu não sei o que fazer e quero fugir. Mas, fugir do quê? De mim mesmo e da minha dúvida cruel?

Sometimes I try hard to believe in some people. I could even say that my eyes don't focus because I force myself into not seeing something that's is hitting me in the head.
Sometimes I feel dumb believing. But, sometimes, I'm right that's all I have to do.
Sometimes I feel bad because I'm not being all I could be. But, sometimes, I dont know it it is worth.
Sometimes I think I can handle everything. But, sometimes, I'm right, I can.

Às vezes, eu me permito acreditar. Mesmo sabendo que não devo.